2018-06-03 - spike - The New Shop 63

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 63
Date: 03 June 2018

First… A short recap.
Months have passed since number eleven was enslaved, since he accepted his new position in life and his experiences have changed how slaves are trained forever. A theft from the store, an escape and race to make it home while confined in a dog suit led to a race across the wilderness for everyone in similar suits.

Now, there are nineteen named slaves and a lot more called blank, nine of which are in the store and the complex below and seven of which are permanently suited. The other two, Beta and Omega are in temporary suits, Omega only suiting up for the odd weekend when permitted and Beta, formerly known as Joel, opting to take on the suit for a span of two years.

M, eleven, twelve and Beta are Gold, subhuman status granting them a voice and authority over all but Alpha and the sarge, the human slave running the store and a man who comes to help out once in a while.

M was a bigoted policeman in his former life and initially the suit was a punishment. He was elevated to named and then gold because he first adjusted to loving the life and later, had the experience required to train Alpha in slave handling.

Eleven, a former master, initially elevated to named status to put his dominant characteristics to good use and then gold when he excelled in all Master Q put him to.

Twelve gained gold when he indicated new slaves to be taken. Friends, men who’d wanted to be enslaved who came into the store.

Beta was elevated instantly to gold the moment the temporary suit went on in order to assist Alpha in the running of he store and in the training of slaves.

Beta and eleven have an… addition to their suits. They can be blanked by Q at the push of a button, their markings erased and their slave identifications altered to hide them, so they remain just blanks for the duration of his choosing.

Omega is a nineteen year old student and flatmate to the one who stole eleven while he was frozen in the store as a dog. Though Q has claimed him permanently, he will not put him into a permanent suit until he’s completed his studies, though he may mark him at the end of the academic year on the understanding he quit his frat house and football team before the start of the next year.

Thirteen, fifteen and sixteen… Burglars, captured attempting to rob the store. Since their capture and enslavement, all have eventually learned to love the life. In the case of fifteen, the majority of that time was spent as a dog as punishment for organising the burglary in the first place. Sixteen also spent a lot of time as a dog, but for him, he adjusted to the canine life, in the form of a dog named Slasher, very quickly and learned to love it, especially when he was paired up with eleven, or Tyson in dog form, to take the role of hunters during the races.

For thirteen and fourteen, they gained their names by coming first in the first two races.

Other slaves of note: Psi. Granted a name as one of eleven’s rewards for being best hunter in the first race. He will however be departing with the next shipment of slaves to Master Q.

Two blanks, a dyslexic and his teacher are to remain in the complex until he’s overcome his disability.

And finally, Perkins, a police sergeant from London who came to investigate the disappearance of M. Offered the chance to experience the life and even take part in the race, he’s since offered himself up to Q. He will however not be trapped in a suit, instead, a tattoo of ownership and a new place to live, to fulfil Q’s desires in London, retaining his position in the police.


And now, the story continues. (there won’t be a new instalment every day this time though.)

Chapter 63
The figure stood immobile as we, in our outer protective rubber suits, stood before it.

M handed me a knife and pointed at his midriff. “Gentle. Not too much force. Just enough to cut the rubber, not the skin underneath.”

I nodded and began. It was an almost invisible black line joining the two parts together but running the knife over it, you could feel the difference. Slick, a slight resistance and slick again. The graphene was almost friction free compared to the rubber.

I ran the knife around that band, slicing the two halves apart and when I was done, M wrapped a towel around the slave’s midriff. I reached under it, tugged the bottom half down, reached in and manipulated the balls out of their encasement. In seconds, the cock slid off the tube and out of the sheath. I pulled the bottoms down another six inches and pulled the top up a little too.

M left the room and returned a minute later holding the Latowski belt, though, this one… It looked identical in shape but it was black. He handed it to me.

“Bloody hell! I can barely feel it… It must be as light as a feather!”

M chuckled. “Not quite, certainly not as much weight to it as our steel ones. It does possess the same rigidity as those though and in that, it’s utterly impossible to remove.”

“Yeah, without a key at least. I remember. The padlock’s graphene too?”

“It is. That belt really will last a lifetime. God, I hope we get them eventually.”

I nodded and placed the belt around his waist. When that was done, cock into the internal tube lined with… Well in ours, it was a silicone compound for softness. I wouldn’t put it past Q to put the graphene fabric we all wore in there in its place. Anyway, cock in, I closed the belt, made sure it was adjusted correctly and snapped the lock shut. This one had a back plate too, already firmly and permanently in place. The only thing accessible there, through a small hole in the back, the core to the now permanent butt plug, the hole being the perfect size to accept the tubing for the daily flush.

The other parts had already been deglued, so the only thing that remained to be done was removal of the suit and then, the tubing.

M pointed his fob, cancelled the pleasure program he’d been enjoying, left the room again and a moment later, the figure unfroze. It collapsed to its knees. I pulled the top half up and with a little struggle, his bare, hairless chest, then his face with its trimmed beard and no eyebrows and finally, his buzz cut hairstyle so common with people who’d had a dehairing in the suit became visible.

A quick draining of the gag and throat bulbs, the tubing was removed and Perkins returned to humanity. He beamed. A smile so wide it seemed impossible not to be infected by it.

“I” his voice cracked before he could say any more.

M nodded. “I know, it was much the same for five when he got out of his holiday service. Here. Gargle on this coffee and then take a swig, it’ll help.”

Perkins took the mug, gargled and swallowed. “Oh, god that’s better. Thank you, M.”

“My pleasure, sir. How does it feel?”

“To be free? Oh god, I want back into that suit.”

“Well, you’re not free. Look down.”

“Good… I knew something was down there but…” he gave it a tug, tapped the front plate, shoved it and prodded. “Bloody hell! I can barely feel it. It’s so light!”

“I know, sir. And now, it’s a part of you. That’ll only come off when you put the suit on again and only then for the suiting up. Then, straight back on.”

He cackled. “I know… And you know what… I wouldn’t want it any other way. When you said I might consider it that first day… Oh god…”

“I know.” I was chuckling a bit myself. “If you’d care to follow me, sir. We do still have one thing to do before we get you dressed and on your way.”

“We do? Oh, of course.” he pointed at my “Property of Master Q.” marking.

I nodded and led him into the bondage chair room. He sat without prompting, I strapped him tight and a man in a while coat entered. He didn’t say a word. He just swabbed down Perkins’ chest and began. Perkins allowed the odd grunt of pain to emerge as the needle hammered into his flesh.
* * *
While Perkins gained his lifetime mark of ownership, me and M went down to B4, to the wet room and the cubicles. By now, all three of the outsiders had completed their rewards.

Our target… Diablo. Well, the blank who’d been Diablo when in dog form for the races at least.

We opened the cubicle, turned off the immobilising light and the blank sank to its knees in shock. It took a while to regain control of its hands.

I stepped in and helped it back to its feet.

“How… how long, sir?”

“For the pleasure? Three hours. That is what you won.”

“And I’d get an hour of that? Every week?”

“If you take the suit permanently and join us as hunters, you may earn more than that if you do well. You can also save them up. Use more than one hour at a time.”

“Fuck me! It felt like weeks!”

“Tempted then? No… Don’t say anything yet. Let’s get you upstairs so Q can talk. You can tell him then.”

It nodded and followed me back to the elevator.
* * *
Back in the rec room, back in front of the TV. Q smiled out of it and again, four and ten stood at his side.

“Ah, Perkins. Good. And I see the tattooist left your mark uncovered for this.”

“Yes, sir. I’m yours and this makes it official, sir.”

“Very good. Now, before you get dressed and leave us, I have provided you with clothing for the return trip. Everything but important documents in your case has of course been disposed of. You have no need of any of your old possessions now.”

He didn’t look in the least perturbed by that announcement. He smiled.

“Thank you, sir.”

“See Alpha before you leave, he has something more for you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. A little something to impress that DCI of yours. A dossier containing all the investigations you… ahem… completed during your time in the United States. A very thorough one. Of course, every lead it contains does end in a dead end but it’ll take them months to follow everything.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh god, this might even mean a promotion if he’s impressed enough.”

“Make sure you study it on your flight back. The only thing you’ll take back in your case is the suit.”

“I get to keep it?”

“It remains my property, but then, now you too are my property. You’ll be instructed on the care and maintenance of the suit when you move into your new home. There are several of my slaves there to welcome you. They will also be the ones on hand to flush you out daily and put you back into the suit. From now on, you will save up your leave and only use it when I permit.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when I do permit it, it will be at least three weeks, a period you will spend in New York in the suit.”

“Oh god, does this mean more races, sir?”

“It does.”

Perkins immediately collapsed to his knees and touched his forehead to the floor.

Q chuckled. “Very good. Now, this blank… Is it what I think it is?”

I nodded. “It’s Diablo, sir, yes.”

“Please, blank. Be seated.”

The moment it sat on the sofa, Q smiled and M handed it the laptop. “So… You’ve experienced your reward?”

It placed the keyboard on its lap and its fingers danced. “Yes, sir.”

“And have you made a decision?”

“Yes, sir. I…” it took a deep breath. “I accept, sir…”

“Excellent. M, ensure it’s”

“But not yet, sir.”

Q froze in his sentence. “What did you have in mind?”

“I know now, sir, the moment that suit becomes permanent, my old life’s gone, true?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to make use of it before I take on the suit, sir. I’m yours, sir. But I want to experience a few things before I lose the ability to forever, sir.”

“What… What kind of things?”

“Now that I know where my life will lead, it means I have a lot of money. Money I’d been saving, money from my pension I can cash in, money on my credit cards I can run into the ground, sir. I intend to spend it to see a little more of the world, to experience a few things I’ve always put off. I have a deadline now, so I’ll make a bucket list before my old life ends, sir. Skydiving, skiing, seeing Europe and the far east, sir. It does mean I’ll be available for the next three races and god, now I know what the first prize is among outsiders, I want to win that full first one.”

“That’s a very sensible approach. I approve.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“How would you like to cement your commitment?”

“Cement it, sir?”

“Yes, delivered last week, we have a new consignment of chastity belts there. Same design, new material. Identical, in fact, to the one Perkins has on beside you.”

The blank glanced to his left and froze. It pulled itself together and returned to the keyboard. “Lock myself away, sir? Until I give myself over to you permanently?”

“Yes. The normal metal Latowski wouldn’t do if you intend international travel, but with that one, pure solid graphene, just as indestructible as the suits when frozen.”

“Oh… my god, I agree, sir. I can’t say when I’ll be ready but locked into that, it does remove all choice in eventually giving myself up. Lock me up, sir.”

“Very well. If you or your handler decide you’re going to go canine again, contact us and come to the store. Alpha will unlock you from the belt, reapply the suit and ensure the dog is worn. The dog will remain locked on however. Only that same slave will have the power to unlock it, and only then so he can reapply the belt when you’re back on two feet.”

“Yes, sir! Oh god, this is amazing!”

“There is also one final part of your prize you have yet to choose.”

“There is, sir?”

“Which pelt do you wish to take home?”

“I… Holy shit, I’d forgotten about that, sir. I’d like to be a husky, sir. I won’t take a wolf until it’s time to become one permanently.”

“Oh, being a dog won’t be permanent, I’ll tell you that now. You will be humanoid for the majority of your time in my service.”

“Yes, sir. I meant for the times I am back on all fours, sir.”

“Very well. The belt will be applied when your handler brings you into the shop for the removal of your suit on Monday morning. After that, well, I’ve explained the only times that comes off now. Tonight, you will be put back into your dog suit and taken to the same pickup point, again, blinded and frozen.”

“Yes, sir. Do you want me in dog form at the store too, sir?”

“Actually, thinking about it… As you’re destined to be a hunter… The suit you’ll be put into will be one without the zip. Your handler won’t be able to get you out, he’ll have to deliver you to the shop in canine form from now on. Only we will have the ability to remove you from it.”

Its fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment. “Oh god, thank you, sir. Can I have the husky applied before pickup, sir?”

“Yes. Very good idea. It may mean he’ll keep you in it a few more days, once he sees you.”

“Yes, sir. Almost hope he does, sir.”

“Very well. I hope to see you in a permanent suit in… A few months?”

“I should’ve got it out of my system by then, sir. Or run out of money, sir. I imagine if I did win in another race that might keep me going for another week, depends on what I’ve got left to do, sir.”

“Not quite. As you are my property now, that means no more monetary prizes. From now on, for each race, your prizes will be in the free time and pleasure categories, not money.”

“Oh god, that’s even better, sir. Thank you.”

“Good. Very good. Q out.”

I looked down at the slave and would’ve smirked if I was capable. “Go on, blank. Find your friends. You’ve got a lot of goodbyes before we put you back into the dog for delivery.”

“Thank you, sir.” Blank put the laptop to one side, leapt to its feet and bolted for the elevator.

I glanced at M. “So, what now?”

“Now? I think Muttley and Luke’s blank should’ve finished the painful parts of their first full cleaning cycles. Let’s get the rubber gloves. You grab the laptop.”

I picked it up and we headed back down to the wet room.
* * *
“How are you doing, blank?”

“Oh fuck… That was nasty. I’m fine now, sir, but that was agony.”

“I know. Everyone in a perm suit’s been through that. You know why?”

“Yes, sir. I know. That stuff that came after though, oh god that felt good.”

“Once the cycle’s complete, we’ll unfreeze you. Go and find any friends you’ve made. It’ll be the last chance you get to speak to many of them for quite a while. For one thing, you’ll be a dog for a month. For another, they’ll all be on their way soon. Back to their masters or off to Q. One bit of good news for you.”

“What’s that, sir?”

“Diablo. He’s decided to join us in a permanent suit in a few months.”

“Months?! Why wait?”

“Because he knows what that suit you’re in means, blank. He plans to see a little, experience a little before committing himself.”

“See what, sir?”

“He has a lot of money to burn from savings and credit cards he can put over the limit. Travel. Europe, things like sky diving, you get the idea.”

“Ahh shit! And now I can’t?”

“It’s permanent blank. You’re here now. This is your life.”

“Fuck, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Never mind, eh? A lot of us lost that chance too. I didn’t even ask for this, so, I didn’t get the chance to do anything and I had a butt load of money I could’ve burned if I’d known where my life would lead. He will be back for the races, even if he’s off enjoying himself between them. Just enjoy it. You know how good it is.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Master may require you to come up with an excuse for your disappearance. I’d like you to think about that before we seal you into the dog tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll think of something.”

I nodded and yanked the gloves off. The cleaning cycle should be over before I’d finished with the next one.

I moved a few cubicles down, tapped it to make sure I’d got the right one and put the gloves on.

“You can open your eyes, blank. Only water now.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh god, they said it was painful but I had no idea.”

“I know. And now, how do you feel. Sealed away, never to speak again. Never to see your face in the mirror. A slave for the rest of your life?”

“A little scared, sir. I know I committed to it but now? I’ve got no idea what’s to come.”

“I’ll tell you one thing to look forward to. As your suit is now permanent, you’ll begin training in earnest as a slave.”

“What does that mean, sir?”

“Obedience, workouts and general work, anything we put you to in fact. Of course, it also means at the end of your training…”

“Sir?”

“Another race of course.”

Its fingers froze over the keyboard and a good thirty seconds before they rattled on again.

“Oh god! Oh god, thank you, sir. I… I didn’t think… I… Oh fuck this is good.”

“Don’t be afraid of this life, blank. Never be afraid of it. It’s too good for that.”

Before it managed to type on the next thing, the pumping of the tubes ended.

“Thank you, sir. Is that it now, sir? Is it over?”

“Was the last one the warm air cycle?”

“It was, sir.”

“Then yes.” I disconnected the tubes at its ass and head, reapplied its core and flicked the switch. “Go and seek out any friends you made. Most will be leaving tonight or tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir.” The blank ran off back to the elevator.

I returned to do the same for the blank that’d be Muttley for the next month.
* * *
When we returned to the shop floor, Perkins stood by the counter.

M rushed over and looked him up and down. “Bloody hell, he’s got a good taste in clobber, I’ll give him that.”

I nodded appreciatively as I approached too. Silk shirt and tie, a very fine suit, perfectly fitted. Even his shoes looked top of the line designer.

“I was surprised myself. When you said I’d got some clothes waiting for me, I half expected a rubber vest and leather jeans.”

“Oh” M chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry, sir. All that’ll be in your wardrobe back home and who knows what else. You’ll never be short of something kinky to wear. Alpha in the old shop recommended a host of different fetish clubs to Ben before he took the suit. Ask Q for permission of course, but I’d do the same now, if I were you. You’ll look good in it.”

“I am straight you know.”

“Yes. That may be, but there are straight ones too. There have to be. Admittedly the ones Ben went to were mainly gay I imagine but ask, look it up, do a google, there’s bound to be something.”

“Thank you. Oh god, the sight of you in that hospital bed and looking at you now. Almost a different person.”

“Same person, vastly different circumstances. I’ll see you in a few months, I imagine?”

“If Master has anything to do with it, twice a year, three weeks each, races. So yeah, I’ll see you, M. Eleven. And you, Alpha… Is it still sir, for you now?”

“I think when you’re a customer, but other than that, no. Equals now.”

We shook hands and he hovered as he opened the door. He took a deep breath and stepped through. No screams of agony ensued. Clearly he’d half expected his plug to go off in the hallway.